The world outside the clan was nothing like I imagined it to be. I expected wars, conflicts, injustice, and sin. But what greeted me were a myriad of emotions, simple people who strived to live their lives to their fullest.
I realized that no one knew about wrath, or the calamities, or the inevitable ruin of the world. It sounded like my whole life was a lie, as the years I spent mastering wrath gave me nothing but a broken heart and unstable mind.
Life outside wasn't as easy as it was in the clan. I had to worry about food and shelter, and becoming an awakener was the only path I had. My youth was spent in dungeons, aimlessly searching for the thing that I was destined to achieve.
My fateful encounter was not with the scholar guardian, but someone else far before it. I never got his name, but I understood that he wasn't a part of our world. In fact, he looked like a creature unlike anything I'd seen, a race called the Liberated.
